I headed home for the first time this weekend since moving to Chicago. To say I was excited to be home and see everyone is a total understatement and, while I didn't do any real blogging while there, I have a phone full of snaps that I thought I'd share.
When does it become unacceptable to hoard up laundry when you know you're going home or am I the only one who does this still?
"How much laundry can you have? Are you ever going to cuddle with me?"
Yes. Yes I am.
Girls night dinner to kick start the weekend, twinkle lights and all.
Food art . . . that I demolished
Saturday morning began by teaching Mufasa about Instagram.
Followed by a manicure.
Then right in to a little cooking and baking for my wonderful, quick witted, well-read, Sherlockian Grandpa's birthday.
Once a stud, always a stud.
Sunday was a lazy day of hanging around, running errands, and, yes, more cuddles.
My last night was spent with a family dinner where I got to see these little weirdos
While I love Chicago, nothing beats escaping the hustle and bustle of the city and coming home to relax and spend time with your favorite people.